I’m off the grid at the moment – visiting my parents in Myrtle Beach, SC where they have a timeshare. I’ve scheduled entries to post every morning at 6 am (central US time) Monday through Friday, so you won’t have to go without your daily entertainment courtesy of moi. They’re all picture (mostly cat) entries, high on pictures, low on words. Just the way you like it!
I don’t expect to be able to check my email or Facebook or anything, but I’ll probably post to Twitter every now and again, so you can check there. Be good, and if you can’t be good, take notes and tell me all about it when I get back! 🙂
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Maxi Monday.
Fred went outside, where Maxi was hanging out on the side stoop. She spends a lot of time there, just keeping an eye on things.
Something seemed different about her.
She seemed a little… I don’t know…
FANGY.
Just hanging out…
With her fangs out…
Just checking out the sights.
Honestly, I don’t know where those fangs came from. They seem especially long.
I swear it’s like she’s got fake teeth in, but she doesn’t.
Maybe she was bit by a bat?
“Who, me?”
“What fangs?”
“Come a little closer…”
Charlie Peppers and Harlan Peppers, checking out the cat tree in the front room.
Harlan Peppers checking out, I don’t know. The ceiling? He’s such a laid-back goofball, this one. He reminds me a lot of Sugarbutt, only less hissy about having his space invaded.
More cat tree hijinks.
Everett, checking out the front porch.
Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: What kind of freak writes a daily journal for nine years?
2007: “Because you’re a spineless, self-indulgent, self-absorbed narcissist, DUH.”
2006: As of today, I’ve been journaling for seven years.
2005: What I’m not going to miss is the rotten-egg gas Sugarbutt’s been suffering from lately.
2004: Off to Myrtle Beach.
2003: Instead, we should probably go for “Shizzle M. Andersizzle.”
2002: Why I journal.
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, enough of that mushy crap.
1999: So. Welcome to my journal.